Chapter 268: Was Ernest a Genius?
With a gloomy expression, Ernest sent Florence back to her room.
Standing inside the room, Florence looked at the tall man who was standing at the door.
She said politely, “Thank you for sending me back, Mr. Hawkins.”
Ernest stared at Florence and his low and deep voice sounded sexy, “Good night.”
Florence was stunned for a moment and her face blushed.
It was really rare for her to hear Ernest saying good night to her in such a gentle voice. Moreover, he
was standing outside of the door, showing no intention to bother her or to force her.
He was so gentlemanly and thoughtful.
“Good night.” Florence nodded her head in panic and hurriedly closed the door,
She was afraid that she would lose control of herself if she kept having her eyes on Ernest and that she
would do something to him.
Standing outside of the door and looked at the door that had been closed, Ernest pulled a long face
and exuded a dangerous aura.
To research the project together with Reynold tomorrow?
No way!
He would by no means give this opportunity to Reynold.
Ernest turned around and left. He made a phone call while walking and gave an order, “Timothy, bring
all the books and materials rted to PJ Design to my room.
…
In the next morning…
After packaging her things, Florence decided to go to the resource center to find some books and then
go to the studio to research the project.
She felt surprised when she opened the door and saw the man standing at the door.
Likest night, he was standing a step away from the door. Florence felt in a trance. If it wasn’t that he
had changed his clothes, Florence would think that he had been staying the whole night outside of her
room and hadn’t left.
“Mr. Hawkins, are you looking for me?”
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Florence pulled open the door and asked politely.
But Ernest was standing at the door and blocked her way, so she couldn’t go out.
“Yeah.”
Ernest replied with a low nasal sound. He then fixed his eyes on Florence and didn’t say anything
again.
Out of courtesy, Florence thought she shouldn’t talk to him with him standing at the door.
She hesitated for a while and moved aside, “Come in.”
Ernest pressed his lips together and then walked into the room in a natural manner.
He walked to the sofa and then sat down casually. Unlike the looked he showed the others in usual
times, he looked unrestrained as if he was at his own home.
Florence was a bit absent-minded when she looked at him.
It was like they were as intimate as they used to be in the past.
She pulled herself together after a short while and walked towards Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins, what’s the
matter?”
“I want a cup of coffee.”
Ernest said in a t tone.
Florence was a bit dumbfounded. He wanted a cup of coffee before starting the conversation with her.
Did he mean that the conversation wouldst for a long while?
But she had to go to workter.
Florence was in a dilemma. But the man in front of her was her boss and she felt embarrassed to ask
him to go out since she had invited him toe in just now. She had no choice but to pour a cup of
coffee for him.
She handed it to Ernest politely, “Mr. Hawkins, enjoy it.”
Florence then sat down on the sofa beside to the sofa that Ernest sat on. She sat straightly like a pupil.
But Ernest’s posture was so casual. He picked up the coffee and then took a sip of it.
“Taste good.”
She knew his preference well and the coffee made by her tasted better.
Florence was a bit surprised because Ernest seldomplimented others. She felt more confused. He
came to her early in the morning, what was his purpose?
Ernest took a sip of the coffee and then said in a calm voice, “You want to search the project of PH
today?”
Florence nodded her head.
Ernest didn’t say anything. He took out his phone and made a phone call to give a simple order.
“Send them here.”
To send what?
Florence felt more confused. She couldn’t figure out what Ernest intended to do.
She took a nce of the clock and found that she would bete to go to work,
She felt a bit upset, but she still said with a smile, “Mr. Hawkins, why do youe here? Hmm, I have
to go to workter.”
“I’ve told Erica and you don’t have to go to work today.”
Florence was rendered speechless.
She looked at Ernest in a dumbfounded state. Was it a big problem that it would take him a whole day
to have a discussion with her?
Florence felt inexplicable flustered. No matter what the problem was, she wanted to refuse him. What
should she do now?
When Florence was in a dilemma, the door, which hadn’t been closed tightly before, was pushed open
from outside.
Timothy walked into the room with a pile of book and walked to the table and put them down.
Timothy looked towards the bewildered Florence and exined with a smile, “Miss Fraser, these are all
the materials and books about PJ Design, including some collective editions that are not disclosed to
the public. I hope these will help you. If you need other books rted to the project, please feel free to
call me and I will send them to you.”
Florence widened her eyes in shock. She waspletely dumbfounded and couldn’t figure out what
was going on.
It was true that she wanted to research the project of PJ Design, but she simply intended to lend some
book from the resource room. She hadn’t expected that Timothy would move those books to her room.
And these includede collective editions that were not disclosed to the public.
What a…
Florence was amazed, but she also thought it inappropriate at the same time.
Ernest seemed to notice Florence’s mental struggle. He took a sip of the coffee and said in a m
voice, “I’ve read these books before. You can ask me if you have any problems.”
“What?”
Florence looked towards Ernest in disbelief. She thought that there must be something wrong with her
ears that she heard about an unscientific thing just now.
Ernest had actually read those books? There were arge number of books.
She would barely be convinced if it was Reynold who said so. But Ernest started to study designing
several days ago and PJ was a project that even she herself, who had been engaged in this industry
for years, had to put great effort to research it.
Bur Ernest finished reading all the books? Moreover, he was confident in himself and said he could
solve her problems, which meant that he had understood them.
Was he a genius?
Ernest felt a sense of achievement when he saw that Florence was quite surprised. He felt better than
how he felt when he surprised hundreds of thousands of people in business.
He never cared about those people’s surprise or admiration, but he liked to be admired by Florence.
“I’ve read many books about designing and you can ask me if you have any problem in designing.”
He said in aposed tone. But the contents in his words made people crazy.
Florence was stupefied. She looked at Ernest like she was looking at a genius.
He was so talented, right? And even those outstanding astronauts were notparable to him.
Florence wanted to open Ernest’s skull to see what was in his brain. It was beyond the limitation of
human beings, how did he manage to do it?
She thought that she was gifted and was confident in herself before, butparing to him, Florence
felt embarrassed.
She was by no means a match for him!
Florence was stimted by Ernest and was lost for words. But she also understood that since Ernest
was so talented, she would learn a lot from him if he was to teach her.
After all, Ernest effortlessly solved the problem that had been bothering Mr. Forager yesterday.
He was really intelligent and awesome!